Hey, Your Ancestor Is Here!

"Screw it! I don't want to be used as a stepping stone!"

"Charge!"

After the initial shock, the only agility-type Soul Elder among the three forced down his instinctive fear and took the first step forward.

With a hoarse, desperate roar, he reignited his third soul ring, transforming into a blur of shadows as he lunged toward Ning Huan once more.

"Third Soul Skill: Shadow Thrust!"

Seeing this, the other two power-attack Soul Elders responded almost in unison, following close behind.

During their sprint, they funneled all their soul power into their third soul rings, erupting with strength far surpassing their usual limits in an instant.

"Third Soul Skill: Tiger Rending Claw!"

"Third Soul Skill: Wind Stab!"

In a flash, black, red, and cyan figures unleashed their full sharpness, drawing cheers from the spectators in the stands.

The remaining contestants, whose cultivation levels were slightly lower, were equally unwilling to stop here.

One after another, they stepped forward, bracing themselves to charge ahead.

In an instant, a variety of soul skills exploded, the blooming colors filling more than half of the arena.

Their converging auras actually seemed to stand on equal footing with the others.

However, facing the overwhelming barrage of attacks and the dozen control-type soul skills about to bind him, Ning Huan showed not a hint of panic; he even had the leisure to critique them one by one.

"Shadow Leopard, Blood Tiger, Gale Sword—all top-tier among high-grade martial souls."

"And that annoying plant-type martial soul; it always reminds me of an 'old acquaintance' who wasn't very friendly."

As he spoke, Ning Huan smiled lightly, his sword-finger suddenly curling into a fist as his aura rapidly retracted.

Observing his actions, the four people on the high platform saw at a glance that he intended to give the others a chance to show their worth.

"Hah, this kid has some nerve!"

Wind Douluo couldn't help but exclaim softly at the sight.

"Old Shield, I don't think even you would have dared to tank the third soul skills of three Soul Elders back when you were a Soul Ancestor."

Shield Defense Douluo: "..."

Are you being polite?

Say what you want, but why drag me into this!

However, he did not retort.

He merely snorted coldly and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

After all, putting himself in those shoes, he truly wouldn't have dared to tank attacks of that intensity from that group of brats.

To be precise, there wasn't a single soul master on the continent who would dare to challenge thirty-one Soul Elders and Soul Grand Masters while at the Soul Ancestor level.

In a trance, just as Shield Defense was wondering how Ning Huan would respond, the scene that followed made him stand up immediately, his eyes locked firmly on the black phantom below.

At the same time, looking at the chaotic, complex attacks that had sealed off all his paths of retreat, Ning Huan's lips parted, his tone steady.

"Awaken, Netherworld; Turtle and Snake rise together!"

"Black Tortoise, Prison Suppressor!"

BOOM!

In an instant, a phantom of a Black Tortoise, five meters high and over ten meters long, roared toward the heavens. Its massive snake-headed tail swayed wantonly, radiating an unspoken pressure.

With a sound like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, a rolling wave of air mixed with thick dust instantly shattered the blockade that the many contestants had been desperately maintaining.

Except for the few who were fastest and had acted first, who managed to land their final strikes and create a rumbling sound against the turtle shell, the rest had their soul skills broken and fell into the awkward state of soul skill backlash.

"The divine beast Black Tortoise? Ten-thousand-year level? What a waste of heaven's gifts!"

"No..."

Glancing at the exasperated and pained expression of Wind Douluo beside him, Shield Defense Douluo shook his head, his expression complex.

"That should be a Mysterious Underworld Turtle with a faint trace of Black Tortoise bloodline, which Ning Huan has forced to awaken using his martial soul."

"Of course, the defense of a ten-thousand-year Mysterious Underworld Turtle is already formidable, and with the bloodline forcibly awakened..."

"Even if he can only maintain it for a moment, he could stand invincible even against a Soul Emperor."

"..."

Hearing this, Wind Douluo fell silent, his gaze shifting back and forth between the arena and the Sect Master.

All his persuasion eventually turned into a long sigh, and he retreated to the side of Sword Douluo.

There was no helping it; things had reached this point, and he could not interfere too much with the Sect Master's intentions due to his own personal reasons.

Ning Hao, on the other hand, seemed not to notice their petty movements, remaining silent throughout.

He sat quietly in the main seat, his thoughts inscrutable to those watching him.

Ten thousand years... is it possible for a spirit body to possess growth potential?

Interesting!

Let's observe a bit longer. If the only traits are high soul power, rapid recovery, and the ability to Contract summon spirit body soul beasts, then your genius is lacking a notch.

Thinking this, Ning Hao couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, secretly chiding himself for being too greedy.

The person before him was already within his grasp, yet he still wished for their talent to be even greater.

As the master of a sect, this was truly unbecoming.

Unfortunately, before he could erase the greed that had sprouted in his heart, Ning Huan's actions dealt him a heavy blow, leaving him unsure whether to be happy or worried.

A few breaths passed before the Soul Saint referee finally recovered from his shock.

Immediately following, amidst the expectant gazes of the many spectators, he hurriedly mobilized his soul power to disperse the dust filling the air, revealing the true situation.

"Hiss~"

As the view gradually cleared, it was evident that only one person remained standing on the vast arena.

Everyone else was kneeling on one knee.

Some, whose cultivation was insufficient or whose constitutions were weak, had already fallen unconscious.

Clearly, the defeat of these geniuses from the Nine Treasures headquarters was set in stone.

"Ning Huan... I refuse to accept this!"

Just then, a voice filled with extreme unwillingness suddenly rang out, breaking the somewhat deathly silence of the arena.

"Why... six years ago, you were still a foolish orphan who couldn't even speak clearly..."

"What kind of dog-shit luck did you stumble upon!"

Looking toward the source of the sound, the speaker was none other than the agility-type Soul Elder who had led the charge, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Moreover, from his subconscious outburst, it was not hard to see that he seemed quite familiar with Ning Huan.

The problem was, Ning Huan had absolutely no impression of him.

"Hmm... who are you?"

Seeing Ning Huan's innocent expression, the Soul Elder felt his vision go black, feeling as if everything he took pride in had been trampled underfoot.

He was, after all, a genius Soul Elder heavily cultivated by the sect.

Even if his talent was a bit inferior to yours, surely he wasn't so insignificant that he didn't even deserve to be remembered by name!

Hmph! A rustic bumpkin!

"I am the sect's..."

"Forget it, there will be plenty of time later; it's my turn to attack."

Agility-type Soul Elder: ...

Damn it!

You are too insulting!

Before he could even begin to curse, the next second, all the resentment in his heart turned into pure fear.

"The sword traverses a lifetime, burying ten thousand evils, piercing the nine heavens!"

"I respectfully invite the blade of Nine Treasures, His Excellency Chen Xin, to manifest the Seven Kill edge once more and cleanse all filth!"

"Nine Treasures disciple Ning Huan, pays his respects!"

As the words fell, the Seven Kill sword intent soared into the sky from behind Ning Huan; in an instant, the clouds scattered, and all things bowed their heads.

Crack!

On the high platform, Ning Hao subconsciously tightened his grip, shattering the mahogany armrest on the spot. His body rose uncontrollably, his pupils trembling violently.

At this moment, those eyes, usually filled with schemes, held only extreme shock and disbelief.

The response that followed from the void left him equally at a loss.

"Since you are a descendant of Nine Treasures, This Seat shall naturally assist you."

The voice was aged yet full of vigor, its tone unable to hide the sharpness inherent to a swordsman.

Gazing at that proud figure stepping through the void, holding the Seven Kill longsword, the entire arena fell silent.

Only Sword Douluo murmured, speaking words that could not be clearly heard.

"Ancestor..."